Tear of the Gods (Rogue Angel, Book 31)

Tear of the Gods (Rogue Angel, Book 31)

Alex Archer, Joseph Nassise

It began as a dream—a redheaded warrior king fought and died for his males centuries in the past. The dream might lead archaeologist Annja Creed to the king's undisturbed corpse…and certainly one of England's maximum legendary artifacts. Deep in an archaeological dig in England's Midlands, Annja locates a braided necklace round a mummified king's neck. made up of an strange material—not particularly obsidian, yet sparkling with multihued color—the torc is an outstanding locate. yet an individual is aware precisely what the torc capacity. And he'll do something to get his palms at the Tear of the Gods. while the dig is compromised and blameless archaeologists are slain, even Annja herself is left for useless. Now she is fleeing for her existence, no longer understanding the terrifying fact concerning the relic she hazards every thing to protect—or the devastating effects should still it fall into the inaccurate hands….

Mercenary’s hand. She didn’t cease to imagine, didn’t glance the place she used to be going or what she may land on, simply reacted on intuition and threw herself to the part. He pulled the set off. The bullet that are meant to have killed her only grazed her in its place. It was once adequate to avoid wasting her existence, yet no longer adequate to maintain her awake. The darkness claimed her sooner than she even hit the floor. nine Trevor Jackson used to be livid. They’d been looking the camp for over fifteen mins and nonetheless hadn’t situated the.

One wall, however the scratches round the lock plate allow her understand simply how secure it wasn’t. instead of chance placing the torc in it, she begun searching for a spot she may possibly disguise it for a short time. Her first concept was once to tape it contained in the rest room tank, yet one examine it informed her that starting it might probably require a hazmat swimsuit and per week of detox, in order that was once out. She pushed aside the air-conditioning vent for the straightforward cause that too many Hollywood videos had used it as a part of their plots—it could.

anything happened?” “Has anything happ…” She sputtered, not able to even whole the sentence. Didn’t he have any concept what he’d performed? it appears no longer, as his following couple of phrases proven. Taking her silence for permission to proceed, he acknowledged, “Now that the killers understand that you're directly to them, they’ll need to depart you on my own. Taking a shot at you'll simply land them in additional scorching water. I pretty well single-handedly kept your life.” He sounded absolutely happy with himself. “The merely factor you’ve.

really introduced a chortle out of Beresford; it shocked him, given the day he’d had. There hadn’t been many possibilities to snort given that he’d stuck this example. “Did she look harm or injured in any way?” Hanscomb shook his head. ok, then, so it wasn’t her blood. most sensible wager was once that it used to be MacGuire’s and she’d most likely gotten it on herself whilst she dragged his physique out of the automobile. If he might locate the garments, he’d have a right away hyperlink among her and MacGuire. that might be an incredible step in.

Shouts of outrage from the group at that time, humans overtly considering in the event that they have been witnessing a kidnapping, yet Roux missed them as Henshaw hit the fuel and obtained them out of there simply seconds sooner than the police arrived on the scene. Annja used to be nonetheless subconscious, yet that was once to be anticipated. Roux used the chance to provide her a short once-over, guaranteeing he hadn’t neglected any further critical accidents. “Home or the hospital?” Henshaw requested from up entrance. “Hospital.” certainly, a health center.